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THE IRVING 
SKETCH BOOK 



REGULAR CLASS WORK OF THE CHILDREN 
OF THE IRVING SCHOOL 
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA 



DECEMBER, 1915 



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THE IRVING 
SKETCH BOOK 



REGULAR CLASS WORK OF THE CHILDREN 
OF THE IRVING SCHOOL 
MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA 



DECEMBER, 1915 






CopyrighleJ 1915, b)- 
MARY STEADMAN HOWE 

Principal of Irving School 



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DEDICATION 

TO THOSE whose interests are forever cen- 
tered upon us and our welfare, — to our Moth- 
ers, — we dedicate this book, as a small token of 
our undying love. 



PREFACE 

Gladys Anderson VIII A 

N WRITING this book wc have not endeavored 



I 



to give a graphic history of the Irving School. 
The work here reproduced consists of writings se- 
lected at random from the various grades, and in- 
cludes short stories, poems, descriptions and other 
compositions. 

The mission of the book is to illustrate the work 
done in language in the different classes, ranging 
from the lowest to the highest grades inclusive, 
all selections being original. 

We hope this book may not only prove interest- 
ing, but that it will convey the impression to the 
readers that our humble eftorts have been sincere. 

We wish to express our grateful thanks to Miss 
Catherine Bryce for her friendly help and valuable 
suggestions which have made this book possible. 

Acknowledgements are here cheerfully made to 
Newson and Company, who have permitted the 
use of the pictures from the Aldine Language 
Books. 



Page Nine 



HOW OUR SCHOOL AND BOOK WERE 
NAMED 

Emeline Gale VHI A 

/^UR beautiful school could not have been g^ven 
^"^ a better name than that of Irving, for was he 
not a famous American, who wrote famous stories 
for American boys and girls to read? 

Best known of all his works is the "Sketch 
Book," with its quaint dreamy folk and alluring 
scenes. We have read with delight, yes, with awe, 
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" and "Rip Van 
Winkle," laughing at Ichabod and secretly sympa- 
thizing viith Rip. This book has been the source 
of inspiration for many a composition, whether de- 
scription or tale. 

So, as our fathers saw fit to perpetuate the name 
of Washington Irving in the public schools through- 
out the land, we hope it will not be presuming on 
our part, to name our first modest book after his 
famous "Sketch Book." 

Should Washington Irving awaken from his 
peaceful sleep, like his most famous character, Rip 
A^an Winkle, we think he would be happy to know 
that in far away Minneapolis there is an Irving 
School and, what is more, there is an "Irving 
Sketch Book." 



Page Twelve 



IRVING SCHOOL 

Marian Morris VIII B 



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is for ideal and Irving's that kind, 
For not much in our school that's not rig-ht 
you'll find ; 



1^ is for recklessness of which we have none, 

We never are rough but we always have fun ; 

\7 is for vacation, merry and long, 

But it sometimes seems strange not to hear 
the school gong; 

T is for Irving, which is ideal, I've said, 

With teachers — so kind we have nothing to 
dread ; 

T^T" is for neatness, which we try to show 

In our own schoolroom and wherever we go ; 

/^^ is for games and we have quite a few, 
^^^ Come join us in baseball, for our team needs 
you. 



Page Thirteen 




WHISTLER'S MOTHER 



Page Fourteen 



WHISTLER'S MOTHER 

Leonard Diegre ' VIII A 



i^TITHISTLER'S MOTHER!" What a train 
^ ^ of memories those words recall ! In 
imagination, one can see her sitting- in that plain 
room which is lit up now as the sinking rays of 
the cold December sun come filtering through the 
frosty window panes. 

Time has not spared her, as her seamed and 
wrinkled face plainly shows. Its mark also appears 
in her faded blue eyes which in youth were spark- 
ling and vivacious, I dare say. And her hair, par- 
tially covered by a snow-white kerchief, has a 
silvery-gray tint which blends to a certain extent 
with the background. She wears a simple black 
silk gown with an easy grace becoming to one so 
advanced in years. Her hands are resting in her 
lap, folded tightly over her handkerchief. 

She seems resting, at peace with the world, and 
submerged in the deepest soliloquy and meditation. 
There is a look upon the aged pilgrim's face as 
though the Gates of Heaven were very near and 
she were entering upon the last great stage in the 
journey of life. 

The picture makes a universal appeal because it 
embodies a type which may be found in many a 
home to-day, as the old mother or grandmother sits 
in the rocking-chair dreaming over the days 
gone by. 

In fact, James Whistler's portrait of his mother 
is famous the world over as the symbol of the lov- 
ing mother of to-day. 

Page Fifteen 



TO MY MOTHER 
Archie Stark VIII A 

WHAT is your mother to you? Is she not your 
best friend and constant companion all 
through your childhood? When you are sick or in 
trouble she always devotes her precious moments 
to you. 

My mother's hair is turning gray, but her eyes 
still contain that bright flame of childhood. As she 
toils in the kitchen preparing food for us to eat, she 
is always smiling, or singing some hymn which she 
learned in her childhood days. When I grow up 
I can say, as many men have said, ''All tliat I am, 
I owe to my mother." And when she is old or has 
passed away, she will always occui)v the first place 
in my heart. 

MOTHER 

George Monahan VIII A 

^ I ^HE word ''Mother" contains a wealth of love 
-*- and tenderness. Whenever we hear it spoken. 
we think of the suffering our mothers have endured 
to bring us up from the time of our birth until we 
are able to take care of ourselves. Year after year 
Mother toils on, like a willing slave, rejoicing in our 
triumphs and happiness and mourning over our de- 
feats and sorrows. To her we unfold our secrets and 
troubles. It is to her we go for advice and consola- 
tion. If you are asked a question by an old woman, 
be respectful, and assist her as you would want some- 
body to assist your mother. Remember that she is 
"Somebody's Mother." 

Pag« Sbiteen 



THE IRVING SCHOOL 

Florence Roers VIII A 

THE Irving, one of the most beautiful schools 
of Minneapolis, was founded in 1882. 

It was named for Washington Irving, a famous. 
American author. 

Three teachers composed the faculty of the 
original school and the pupils enrolled numbered 
two hundred thirty-eight. 

In 1883, the building burned, but it was rebuilt 
the following year at a cost of twenty thousand 
dollars. 

Eight rooms were added in 1900, and since that 
date, two additions have been built. 

In 1915, thirty-three years after the erection of 
the original building, the Irving is credited with 
being one of the finest schools in the Northwest. 

It now contains twenty-two class-rooms, besides 
a large gymnasium, auditorium, manual training, 
domestic science and domestic art departments. 

A kindergarten is also one of the most interest- 
ing features of the school. 

The school is noted for its many beautiful pic- 
tures, some bought by the graduating classes and 
others with money earned by the pupils. 

Last, but not least, we have our teachers, twenty- 
five in number, ably assisted and supervised by Miss 
Mary S. Howe, our principal. To her is due much 
gratitude for her willing work in bringing the Irv- 
ing up to its present standard of honor and effi- 
ciency. 

Page Seventeen 



STORIES 

LIFE SAVERS 

Afargarel P.. Huf^-hes V A 

I. 

SAVING THE PUPPY'S LIFE 

EDDY'S mother was not well, so they were 
staying at a summer resort near a big, dark 
lake. One day when Teddy was playing b}' the 
water, he saw a man coming down to the shore, 
carrying in his arms a mite of a dog. It was so 
cunning and fat. Ted ran to the man and cried, 
■'Oh, such a dear puppy ! \^' hat are you going to 
do with it?" 

"I am going to drown it," replied the man. 

"Oh, please don't," begged Teddy. "Tf you'll 
give him to me, 1 will take such good care of him ! 
1 will give him a nice, soft bed to lie upon, right 
behind the stove, and he shall have the best meals 
\ve can give him." 

"Are you sure of that?" asked the man, smiling. 

"Oh, very sure," said Ted, '"because mother and 
father like dogs, and besides, I can have such a 
good time with him after he grows up." 

"You might as Avell have him," said the man, 
handing the puppy to Ted as he \\alked away. 

II. 

PLAYMATES 

XD it was all true! Dand\', which was the 
dog's name, had the best of food, the best of 
beds, and the finest of times with Ted. 

Page X'ineteen 



III. 

SAVING THE BOY'S LIFE 

ONE day wlicn Teddy and Dandy were out row- 
ing, Dandy had a flea bite, and in scratching- 
it, capsized the boat. Ted called and called, but no 
one came. Pie went down, came up again and was 
about to sink once more when he felt a grasp on 
his collar. It was Dandy, he was sure. Soon he 
was being- tugged to shore. Dandy l)arked and 
barked, till help came. 

When help did come, it was the man who had 
given Dandy to Ted, but poor Ted was unconscious 
and did not recognize him. The man worked very 
hard to revive the boy. Slowly Ted opened his 
eyes and soon recognized Dandy's old master. 

"Well, my boy," said the man soberly, '"that was 
a pretty narrow escape." He patted the dog's head, 
and said, "Good old Dandy, you have saved your 
master's life, as he once saved vours." 



A GOOD BOY 

Irene Harthill II A 

/^NCE upon a time there lived a little boy named 
^^-^ Tommy. He was a good little boy. He did 
just as his mother told him. One day his mother 
said, "Tommy, I want you to go to the store for me 
and I want you to get some bread." So Tommy 
ran to the store as fast as he could go. When he 
came back his mother gave him a penny and said. 
"This is for a good little boy." 



Page Twenty 



MY FIRST JOURNEY 
Albert Lampmau VII B 

MY FIRvST journe}- was taken when I came 
from Milwattkee to Minneapolis. I was three 
montlis old. We took a night train and had to 
change cars at La Crosse. Wisconsin. As it was a 
very disagreeable night, none of the passengers 
went to sleep, but as I was a baby I went to sleep 
and slept until it was time to change trains. 

At the junction my mother awakened me, but I 
became so frightened at the lightning that I began 
to cry. M}- mother tried to comfort me but I would 
not be comforted, so my grandmother took me and 
walked up and down the aisle with me until I 
stopped crying. 

xAfterwards one of the men said. "It takes the 
grandmothers to quiet the youngsters." 

My mother answered. "Well, you can't expect 
any better, for he slept most of the way." 

I had started the journey on the second train with 
a sour face, but ended with a smiling one, not be- 
cause I had reached Minneapolis, but because of a 
bottle of milk. Although this was not my most in- 
teresting journey, it was my A-ery first. 

A STARRY NIGHT 

Greta Carlson VII A 

'' I ^HE sky is dark. The stars are peering out of 
-*- the fleecy clouds. A full moon shines its bright- 
est to make the world look beautiful. The wind is 
blowing gently, and the leaves of the trees are quiver- 
ing. The ground is laden with snow that glistens like 
diamonds. 

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THE BIRTHDAY PARTY 

Mildred Norman III B 

ONE summer day (irace had a Ijirthday party. 
Her cousins were there. They had such a 
good time. They played Cat and Rat, Hide-and- 
Go-Seek, and other games. As they were playing, 
the grind-organ man passed by. The children ran 
to the window. They were just in time to see the 
monkey do his last trick. Then the monkey held 
out his cap for mone}'. Each child dropped in a 
penny. The children watched the monkey until 
he was out of sight. Then they Avent hack and 
finished tlieir game. 



THE LITTLE BEAR 

Grace Newberg HI B 

ONCE upon a time there was a little bear. His 
name was Teddy. Teddy was a naughty little 
fellow. He went away from his mother and she had 
told him not to go away. But he never did care 
for what she said. 

So he got up one morning ^-ery earl}-, and started 
off. He went through the w'oods and soon he had 
gone so far that he did not know^ which way to go. 
He wished tliat he had not gone a wax' from his 
mother. 

He tried ever}- wa}', Init it was impcxssible for him 
to hnd the little house in which he li\-ed. But soon 
his mother found him, and they lived happilv ever 
after. 



Page T>,vetity-l1iree 



ALICE'S DREAM 

Irene Allen VII A 

A L'TKR supper Alice was so tired that she did 
^ ^ not want to study so she lay down on the 
lloor with her picture book. Suddenly she heard a 
squeak and looking up, saw a little gray mouse. 

"Dear Alice,"' the mouse began, rather sadly, 
'"why do you keep that black cat around and set 
those traps? 1 am not afraid for myself but for my 
two little sons. You have such a big house and so 
much food that it would not matter if we took a 
little." 

"We do not want you to make holes in our walls 
and nibble at our food and run over it," she an- 
swered rather crossly. "You do not realize what 
pests you mice are." 

"Will you come rmd \isit our little family?" asked 
the mouse. 

Alice consented but did not see how she was to 
g-et into the mouse's home. 

When they reached the hole, the mouse spoke a 
magic word and as quick as a flash Alice became as 
small as the little creature himself. As she crept 
through the tiny opening she saw such a pleasant 
family. But what was the matter with the smallest 
mouse? He had a bandage on his tail. 

"See what your traps have done to my little son," 
said the mouse, as he noticed Alice was looking 
at it. 

"Oh, dear!" said Alice, after she had found her 
voice, "I must see about those traps at once." 

After she had crept out of the hole and was re- 
stored to her natural size, she went into the pantry. 

Page Twenty-four 



Seeing a trap she threw it away at once, when — 
ouch — what was that? She opened her eyes to find 
she had been walking in her sleep, and in throwing 
the trap awa}-, had caught her finger in it. 

"My, what a strange dream !" she thought. "It 
lias made me think, however, and now I will destroy 
the traps. Oh, dear! I suppose I shall have to 
give Tabby away, too." 



WINTER 
Muriel Gilliam V A 

OLD winter's a season of cold winds and snow, 
When robins and bluebirds to the southland 
must go ; 
The snowbird and sparrow stay all the year round, 
And hungrily search every bare bush and ground. 

Old winter's a season of fun and great sport, 
Of boys throwing snow-balls around the big fort; 
With skates and with sleds to the sports we will go, 
And shouting come back all covered with snoAv. 

Old winter's a season of cold winds and sleet, 
The wind makes the limbs on the old oak creak ; 
The squirrel so warm in his nest of dry leaves. 
Is feasting on acorns and living in ease. 



Page Twenty-five 



THE STORM 
Agda Lidnian VII B 

ONF'^ (lay Alice, Roy, Gertrude. Donald and 
their dog, Rover, went out to pick flowers. 
When they reached the woods, Alice said, "Let's 
eat our lunch now." 

After they were through lunching they went far- 
ther and farther into the woods. All at once it be- 
gan to grow dark. Then a lig-ht flashed and thunder 
followed. 

"Look! there's a storm coming!" cried Roy. 

"Run !" exclaimed Alice. 

They were too far in the forest to know which 
way to go, so they whistled for their dog. He ran 
on ahead of them toward the house. When he 
came to low shrubs and bushes he jumped over 
them. The children had a hard time following him. 
At last, when they were in sight of their home they 
could see their mother watching for them through 
the door. Just as they reached the porch the rain 
began pouring down in torrents. They said to the 
dog, "Rover, you are a dear dog for saving us from 
a drenching." 

Class Exercise III B 



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()\V the wind begins to blow. 
Tossing the branches to and fro. 



Now the wind begins to blow, 
The little leaves all dancing go. 

Now the wind begins to blow. 

The fields are covered with drifting snow. 

Page Twenty-six 



KUHN AND THE RABBITS 
Mildred Walker V A 

ONCE upon a time there was a dwarf named 
Kuhn. He was two feet tall, not very fat and 
not very slim. 

He loved the animals so well that they always 
came to him when they were in trouble. 

One day Kuhn went out of his hut and walked in 
the woods. Along hopped a rabbit that looked sadly 
distressed. 

"What is the matter, Mr. Bunny?" asked Kuhn. 

"Oh 1" said Bunny, hopping- around and facing 
the dwarf, "is it yon? Come, I will show you what 
is the matter." 

So they set off, plodding through snow drifts, 
falling down and bumping into snow-covered 
stumps. Pretty soon they came upon a rabbit lying 
in the snow and trying to free his foot that wa§ 
caught in a trap. 

"Now 3^ou see what is the matter," said the rabbit 
sorrowfully. 

"Yes, I see," replied the dwarf kindly and he set 
to work to get the trap from the rabbit's leg. 

"No use," said the dwarf, getting up, "unless I 
carry him home." 

So he picked up the rabbit and the trap and 
started home. There he laid the wounded animal 
on a bed of moss that was by the fireplace. He set 
to work to get the trap off. yVfter a time, he re-i 
leased the rabbit, but the leg still bled. He put 
some herbs on the wound and soon the poor tired 
creature was resting easily. He turned to the 
other rabbit and asked. "Are you very hungry?" 

Page Twenty-seven 



"Yes," replied the rabbit, 'I am." 

Kuhn prepared a bowl of milk tlavored with spices 
and gave some to each of them. 

The rabbits were thankful and they felt happy 
that they had such a kind neighbor as the dwarf. 

W^hen winter came, Kuhn received nuts from the 
rabbits and in return gave them milk e^^ery morn- 
ing. 

As the days grew colder, Kuhn gathered fuel and 
then worked very hard making the birds, mice and 
baby bunnies happ}-. 

A STORY OF GREEN WORMS 

Catherine Williams Vll B 

NE day I was walkiiig b}' a hedge of lilac bushes 
and J came across two big green worms. I 
brought them to the school building and left them in 
a box by the window for a time to see what they'd do. 
I'^inally, cocoons formed around them and they were 
quiet all winter long. In spring when the days grew 
warm, these Avorms began to open one end of each 
cocoon. When they came out they were beautiful 
moths, but they lived only four days, laid their eggs, 
and died. I could hardly imagine such beautiful 
moths being in any way connected with such ugly 
and big green worms. 



Pagre Twenty-eiglit 



THE FRENCH DOLL'S ADVENTURE 
Lucille DriscoU VI B 

OH, DEAR," sighed the French doll. "I had such 
a terrible adventure last night." 

"Please tell me about it," pleaded the Teddy 
Bear. "I always like your wondrous adventures.' 

"Yes, I will tell you. Let us go over in yonder 
corner where no one will hear us," said Dorothy, 
for that was the French doll's name. 

"Last night when all the people in the house were 
asleep, a huge giant came jumping and tumbling- 
into the room. His legs were so short that they 
could scarcely support his body. He was the most 
awkward monster I ever saw! I was just going- 
over to see the wooden doll and show her my new 
dress. The huge monster came running after me. 
Then the wooden doll held up her wooden arms in 
terror. She tried to shout but the shout seemed to 
stick in her throat. She ran to the soldiers for help. 
When she reached them they were already loading 
their guns, for their brave captain had ordered them 
to be ready to fight. I never in my life saw such 
gallant and brave soldiers as they were. They 
marched rapidly toward the monster. 

"The captain shouted, 'Fire!' But just then some- 
one called, 'Fido ! Fido 1' The monster ran out 
just as awkwardly as he had come in. You may 
believe that we all drew a breath of relief when he 
had gone." 



Pnge Twcnty-riiJie 



THE CROW THAT WAS TAMED AT LAST 

Floyd Peterson III B 

ONE day, two hunters went out to hunt. One 
of them caught a crow. He was not at all 
tame, so he tried to fly away. But at last they got 
him home in safety. 

They tried to tame him, but it was hard work. 
They made a little house for him, with two windows 
on each side, and they filled it with straw. Because 
there were some nails sticking- out, they had a 
screen all around this house, so that he could go out 
into the open air a little while each day. He at last 
was tamed, and never flew away from this place 
again. 

THE FOOTBALL GAME 

John Flow VH A 

A FOOTBALL contest was to be held Thanksgiv- 
•^ ^ ing day between the two teams of a village. 

As the boys of one team were going home from 
practice, the captain said, "Don't eat too much turkey 
to-morrow or you won't be able to hold your ground." 

The other captain, who was very fond of eating, 
said, "Boys, eat as much turkey as you can so you 
will be ready for them.'' 

When the afternoon came the boys of both teams 
^^■ere ver}^ frisky. 

Both sides played well, l)Ut when the game was 
over, the team whose captain advised his boys not to 
eat too much had won the contest. Turning to the 
boys, the captain said, "Eat as much turkey as you 
want now." 

Page Thirty 



FAIRY STORIES 

MY WONDERFUL TRIP 
Jean Nicholson V B 

ONE dark, rainy afternoon 1 was sitting by the 
window. Suddenly my fairy godmother came 
to me and everything became light. 

"Why are you so lonely?" she asked. "What 
would you like to do?" 

I answered, "Oh, I would like to take a trip to 
some wonderful land !" 

"I will let you go but you must be careful." 

"Oh ! I will be so careful," I replied, as 
I iQoked up. 

"Oh! where am I, godmother?" I cried. But she 
had vanished and I was at the seashore. A whale 
appeared before me and I was very much frightened, 
but he said, "Jump on my back, and we'll sail away." 

We went down, down, doAvn, until I thought we'd 
never stop. Pretty soon we were at the bottom. I 
saw Mr. and Mrs. Fish drinking afternoon coffee, 
and oh, so many wonderful creatures each doing 
something different. I saw lots of pebbles and 
stones so beautifully colored that they looked like 
thousands of jewels. I was looking at some different 
kinds of seaweed when suddenly the whale sped 
to the surface. I looked up to the sky and saw a 
large brown bear who looked oh, so kind ! He was 
in an aeroplane up very high in the air and called 
to me, saying, "Please, won't you come up to me?" 

I had had enough of the water by that time, so the 

Page Thirty-two 



whale brought me ashore. Then the Teddy bear — 
for he surely looked like one — came down and I got 
into the aeroplane and we went up. We soon were 
soaring into the sky. He showed me how to run the 
machine, as we went over towns and villages. 

We saw in Africa far below us, an elephant, a 
giraffe, and other animals. Teddy called to them, 
saying, "Hello !" After a while Teddy cried, ''Here 
comes Friend Seagull. You had better go with 
him." 

I boarded Mr. Seagull's back and he took me over 
castles and towns and I saw people, houses and al- 
most everything one could think of. I soon saw 
our house coming in sight. He flew down and 
dropped me at our window. There was my fairy 
godmother and she said it was time to prepare sup- 
l^er. 

THE WONDERFUL FAIRY QUEEN 

Alice Erck IV A 

/^ NCE there was a little boy whose name was Roy. 
^^ He did not like his home. One day he said, 
"I know what I will do. I'll go to Fairyland." 

He started on his journey and walked till he came 
to the woods. "Oh! I see the Fairy Queen! What 
beautiful gauzy wings, and what a lovely crown on 
her head!" He ran up to her and asked, "May I 
stay here?" 

"Yes, you may," she said softly. 

He thanked the Fairy Queen and went into Fairy- 
land. Here he saw brooks winding in and out, trees, 
green grass, and flowers. There were tiny humming 
birds and all sorts of other beautiful birds. 

After Roy had seen these things, he said, "I will 
not go back to my home. This place is too beautiful." 

Roy stayed there the rest of his life. 

Page Thirty-four 



THE NAUGHTY BOYS 

Clarence Maybee III A 

THREE little boys lived with their father and 
mother in a house at the edge of the wood. 
They did not ahvays mind their mother. One day 
a fairy appeared before them and said, "Because you 
do not mind your mother I shall turn you into pigs." 

The little pigs scampered aw-ay into the w^oods. 
They w^alked along till they came to a farm house. 
The farmer drove them into his pig-pen. They 
were very sorry the}' had not minded their mother. 

One day the fairy came again to them and asked 
them if they would mind their mother. They prom- 
ised, and she turned them into boys again. The 
three boys ran home to their father and mother and 
all lived happily together. 

THE BEAUTIFUL GIFT 

Arvid Oas I\' A 

ONCE a poor family lived on the edge of a forest. 
One day a girl wdio lived there went out to 
pick some berries. On her way she met on old man 
who w^as a dw-arf. He said, "Will you give me 
some of your berries?" "Yes," said the girl, hand- 
ing him a handful of berries. 

"Thank you," said the dwarf, giving her a golden 
casket. "The same to you," said the girl, running 
home as fast as she could go. When she came home 
her mother opened the casket for her. 

And v.'hat do you think was there? A golden 
needle lay shining in the casket. How glad she was ! 
And the needle could make such pretty stitches that 
everyone liked them. After that they were never 
poor again. 

Page Thirty-five 



THE LITTLE CASE 
Florence Johnson Vll B 

SOME little boys and girls had been playing 
house in the field. They had just reached the 
height of their enjoyment when one of them said, 
"Look at that funny little case." On the ground 
lay a tiny cardboard box. After they had examined 
this they resolved to open it. They did so, and to 
their surprise a great cloud arose from it. They all 
began to run away in terror. 

Soon the cloud vanished and they heard a soft 
voice calling them. They looked arotind and, stand- 
ing before them, Vv'as a beautiful fairy. She said. 
"Since you have been so kind as to let me out, I 
will pay you for your kindness. Look in your stock- 
ings at Christmas and you will find what you wish 
for very much." Then she kissed them good-bye 
and vanished from sight. 

At Christmas time, what do you think they re- 
ceived? The fairy sent the girls each a doll and a 
doll carriage. The boys received a long train and 
tracks and in each of their stockings was a gold 
watch. 

THE VIOLET 

Margaret Sundell IV A 

/'^NCE upon a time there was a boy who was 
^^ always dressed in blue. One day he went into 
the woods. He did not see a violet, but a fairy. 

Then the fairy whispered, "I will change that boy 
into a blue violet because I know he is kind." So she 
changed the boy into a violet. Now everybody looks 
at the violet and calls it the loveliest flower in the 
woods. 

Page Thirty-six 



ORIGINAL RHYMES 

Based on Old King Cole 

Class Exercise II B 

T ITTLE Tommy Roy was a very happy boy, 

-*--' A very happy boy was he. 

He put on his cap, 

He put on his coat. 

And he made big" snowballs three. 

Little Alice Furl is a very pretty ijirl, 
A very pretty girl is she. 
She has two red lips. 
And two pink cheeks. 
And two blue eyes to see. 

Old Uncle Dan is a jolly farmer man. 

A jolly farmer man is he. 

He called for his horse. 

He called for his cart. 

And he rode to the held in glee. 

Old Fido Fog was a very funny dog. 

A very funny dog was he. 

He barked at the dark. 

He barked at the light, 

And he barked at poor little me. 

Little Johnnie Joy was a very bright boy, 

A very bright boy was he. 

He slid on his sled, 

He fell on his head. 

And hurt his poor little knee. 

Lively Monkey Wee lives in a \er}- large tree 
In a very large tree lives he. 
He has four sharp claws, 
He has four strong paws. 
He makes funny faces at me. 

Old Pussy Cat is a very large cat, 

A very large cat is she. 

She plays with the mat, 

She plays with my hat. 

And she plays with her kittens three. 

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THE WONDERFUL LAND 

Annette C. Bury IV A 

ONCE upon a time there lived a little boy named 
Johnny. He was poor, and as neither his 
father nor mother were living, he wanted to ask 
the fairy queen if he could live with her. 

One day as he was going- through the woods he 
came to a big hollow tree. On the tree he saw; 
some strange letters. He studied them until he 
could understand what they meant. He then read 
aloud, "The Land of Faraway." 

Suddenly a fairy came out of the door of the hol- 
low tree and said, "What do you want, little boy?" 

"I want to see the fairy queen," replied the little 
boy. Then the fairy led him to the queen. 

He bowed low before her and said, "Oh, dear 
queen, may 1 live with you? 1 have no one to care 
for me." 

For months and months he roamed in the beauti- 
ful gardens of fairyland. He played on the fresh 
green grass and picked golden tulips and red roses. 
Rest of all, he loved the dear fairy queen with her 
golden hair, sparkling blue eyes, and dainty gauzy 
wings. On her head she wore a golden crown. 

Johnny lived happily ever after with the dear 
queen and her fairies and elves. 



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A LETTER 

2526 Cedar Avenue, 

Minneapolis, Minn., 

November 16,. 1915. 
Dear Mis.s Howe. — 

Seeing that it is you, I think 1 shall write you a 
nice, chatty letter. 

Our grammar teacher told us \vo might write 
you letters, so I am going to tell you what I am 
going to do when I am a man. 

In the days that are rolling past I think of my 
father working- hard in the Alilwaukee shops. My 
plan is to be a machinist because there are so many 
people getting hurt on the trains, and I think if I 
help make good engines that no one will ever get 
hurt again. 

When I am a man I can make a lot of money and 
buy an automobilv; and even go to the show once 
in a while with m}' wife. I don't know whom I am 
going to marry but I think I won't stay a bachelor 
long. I knovv you are busy an<l my letter is grow- 
ing long, so I must close. 

Your frientl, 

JOHN lESBERG. 



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BITS OF DESCRIPTION 

FATHER TIME 

Alice Rude VII A 

T T E is old, ^•el■\ , \ery old ; indeed no one knows 
-■- ■*• his age, for he has been since the beginning 
of the world and will be till the end. 

His hair and beard are hoary, but his eyes are blue 
as the skies in spring with an unfathomable look 
in them. In his hand he carries a scythe, sharp and 
1)rig!it. though as old as himself. 

It may be saitl of his character that at least he 
favors neither rich nor poor. This very impartiality 
makes many think him cruel, for, with his scythe, 
lie cuts down the }'<nmg and the old, and the good 
are not more favored than the bad. 

He is called by some "The Grim Reaper" or "The 
Reaper of Death." but he is best known as "Father 
Time." 

"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, 

And, with his sickle keen. 
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath. 
And the flowers that grow between." 



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GRANDMOTHER 

Doris Holt VIII B 

Grandmother's hair is thin and of a silver 
grey. Her face is slender and she has snap- 
])ing black eyes, which is very strange for an old 
lady. Her eyes are set farther back in her head 
than any other person's I have ever seen. Her hair is 
parted in the middle and is pulled back straight to 
her neck, v^here it is fastened with a few hairpins. 
Her face is wrinkled. Her feet are covered by a 
pair of old-fashioned gaiters which she says be- 
longed to her great grandmother, so she is extreme- 
ly proud of them. She wears a dress of grey ging- 
ham which is very plain, and over her dress is an 
apron of bltie and white checks, tied with a bow and 
streamers in the back. 

MY THANKSGIVING DREAM 
Herbert Deacon VI B 

WE had jusi finished our Thanksgiving dinner 
and I had eaten so much turkey tliat I was sick. 
1 lay down on my bed and went to sleep. 

Suddenly into my room walked a great big turkey. 
He had an axe over his shoulder, and a great carving- 
set under his wing. He walked right up to me. 

In a loud voice he said, "You'll eat so much of me 
that you get sick, will you? I'll just fix you!" 

He laid his knife and fork down and began to 
sharpen his axe. He was about to cut o^ my head 
when I awoke. 

I have never eaten too much turkey since. 

J'age Forty-one 



THE ABANDONED HOUSE 

l.illian Wrillin YUl A 

FAR in from the main road stood an old \Yeather- 
beaten house which had been deserted for 
years. It appeared to be about forty or fifty years 
old and was built in the quaint, old style, with small 
dormer windows. Weeds and wild flowers grew 
riotously on the spacious grounds. The doorstep 
was almost worn away and moss and tall grasses 
covered it. Great branching oaks, strong, stately 
elms, and dignified maples adorned the ample 
grounds. Only a few posts, which stood like sen- 
tinels guarding the place from intruders, were left to 
signify that there had once been a fence. To me it 
presented a picture of pure loneliness and desola- 
tion. 



MY MOTHER'S CHILDHOOD HOME 

Dagmar Carlson VI A 

TV/T Y mother's childhood home across the sea 
-^ -■■ was a tiny dwelling of but two rooms. It 
was built of unsquared logs, with a door so low, 
that one going through it, had to stoop. 

In the large room was one big and one small 
window, while in the little room was a very tiny 
window, where the sunbeams always struggled to 
enter. There was a great hearth in one corner of 
the large room, where a fire was crackling merrily. 
Over the fire hung a huge iron kettle, that usually 
had something good to eat in it. 



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A WALK IN THE PARK 
Leroy Anderson VIII B 

THE weather was just beginning- to get cold 
and I thought I would take a last walk in the 
park one morning before breakfast. 

When I reached the park I could see the trees 
bowing because they had to leave till the next sum- 
mer. I could see squirrels running from one tree 
to another gathering nuts for the cold w-inter, and 
gophers doing the same. Bits of purplish grass were 
going to sleep under the white snow, and a little 
bird above me was crying for its mother. 

Just below was the beautiful little frozen lake 
that the sun was trying to melt. I went down to the 
shore and touched the water. Oh, but it was cold ! 
Then I took the narrow path to the other side of the 
hill. When I reached the top of the hill I heard 
the bell which strikes at seven and I knew it was 
time for breakfast, so I said, "Good bye, dear old 
lake.'' and started for home. 

AN OLD FASHIONED GARDEN 
Ethel Morgan VII A 

IN an old-fashioned cottage dwelt grandma. What 
a quaint little hut it was, with green ivy climbing 
over the porch and shutters. A picket fence sur- 
rounded the yard, and inside grew the most beautiful 
blossoms. They were all old-fashioned ones — holly- 
hocks, phlox, pansies, climbing roses, and tulips — but 
the most beautiful, old-fashioned flower of all was 
grandma, sitting in the rose bower, knitting. 

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AN EARLY MORNING IN SUMMER 
Bessie Atkinson V^III B 

WE were staying at a cozy little cottage in the 
Appalachian mountains. The first morning 
I was awakened by a beautiful song. I Avanted to 
know who the songster was. so T quickly arose to 
see. 

As I reached the window I was struck by the 
beauty of the scene. Coming down the side of the 
mountain was a milkmaid. She wore a large white 
apron and a pink sunbonnet hung down over her 
shoulders. Slie was skipping along with her milk 
pail on her arm. singing as she went. Down in the 
valle}^ was a herd of cows which she was going to 
milk. When she was a little way down the road 
she turned and wa\ed to her mother, who stood in 
the door of a AJne-covered cottage not far away. 

Coming up the road was a young farmer lad driA- 
ing his herd of sheep. The road was long and wind- 
ing. Flowers grew all around and the birds were 
singing sweetly. The sun was just rising above 
the tops of the mountains and its first rays entered 
my window as I stood there and gazed. 

THE WATER FALL 
Kenyon Turner VH A 

THE water was sparkling and dancing as it fell 
over the rocky ledge. At the bottom of the falls 
it dashed itself into foam as white as snow. As on 
it went it clianged its song to a ripple instead of a 
roar. 

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AN INDIAN CHIEF 
Myrtle Harrison VIII B 

AS I was walking clown the street one day I 
heard a slow dragging of feet behind me. I 
turned to see who was coming. It was an old In- 
dian who lived in the neighborhood and who was 
formerly chief of a tribe in Wisconsin. This Indian 
with dark skin and black, haughty eyes, still wears 
beads on his clothes and feathers in his bonnet. His 
skin is old and wrinkled now, for he has gone 
through many wars and hardships. His head is 
rather square, with a long nose which reminds one 
of a hook and his forehead is broad. His hair, which 
is black, straight and stringy, is plastered back over 
his ears and hangs in braids at each side. His 
cheekbones are large. He is mighty in stature. His 
clothes are made of skin and on his feet he wears a 
pair of moccasins with many pretty beads on them. 

THE CHILDREN'S FRIEND 

Ethlyn Thompson V'^III A 

T TE passes our window every day with a string of 
•*■ -•■ children following him. He reminds me of Rip 
Van Winkle with his long, white hair, and beard flow- 
ing over his shoulders. Upon his head is a rough cap 
which looks as if it had withstood the elements for cen- 
turies. His clothes are tidy although patched and 
worn. Out of an old, wrinkled face two faded blue 
eyes peer, ever laughing, seeming to light up the 
whole gloomy street. He is best beloved by the little 
children. Sometimes he sits on the doorstep with his 
little friends clustering about him, and tells them won- 
derful tales of the Civil War, in which he fought. I 
would not consider a day com.plete without a glimpse 
of his kind old face. 

Page Forty-.five 



THE BUILDING OF THE NEST 
Elvera Jungquist Mil B 

A LITTLE gray and white bird was flitting 
around in our barn picking up straws and 
strings, tie would pick up a straw and then fly to 
an apple tree in our orchard. It was the father bird 
and he was carrying these things to his mate who 
was weaving the nest. She would coo softly to 
him now and then and he would answer with a 
gentle chirp, telling her of his great love for her. 

The mother bird, although busily weaving, would 
now and then stop and sort of glance at her work 
out of the corner of her eye to see if it were well 
enough done. When the outside of the nest was 
Avoven, she lined the inside with feathers, so that 
the little young ones might be warm. 

The nest is finished now and if you should look 
into it, you would see the mother bird stretching 
her wings protectingly over four little eggs. She 
would look at you as if to say, 'T am not afraid 
of you, for I know you will not hurt me." 

MOONLIGHT ON THE WATER 

Eloise Benson V'll A 

TT was a balmy summer night, and the moon and 
"*■ stars were shining brightly. The moonbeams 
danced gaily on the lake where two sailboats were 
floating lazily. The round, golden moon shone from 
above like a searchlight, making a path of light on the 
mirror-like water. 



Page Forty-six 



AFTER A SNOWSTORM 

Alice Henisey VII A 

THE sky was very gray, and mother said, "I 
think we're going to have a storm to-night." 
Early the next morning I awoke and looked out 
from my bedroom window, and there before me 
lay a sheet of snow, which God had sent from the 
sky to cover the flowers and leaves so that they 
Avouldn't be cold through the long and dreary 
months to come. 

The branches were laden with snow, which 
was soft and downy and sparkled like diamonds 
when the sun peeped through the clouds. 

I stood and gazed at the scene before me and 
thought : 

"Winter winds are blowing, 
Trees are bare ; 'tis snowing. 
And underneath the flowers are buried deep, 
But in their icy dwelling, 
Little brooks are telling, 
That winter is but spring-time, fast asleep." 

CHRISTMAS 

Catherine Williams VII B 

C is for Christmas, so merry and ga}^ 
H is for Him, who was born on this day; 
R is for Right, which we all try to do ; 
I is for Incense, w^e offer anew ; 
S is for Story, the sweetest of old, 
T is for Treasure, the story unfolds ; 
M is for Manger, the dear Savior's bed, 
A is for Angels, who watched overhead ; 
S is for Savior, our heavenly King, 

who gladdened our hearts and hosannas 
we sing. 

Page Forty-seven 



ALPHABET OF GOOD THINGS TO EAT 

Class Exercise II A 

A is for Apples, red, juicy and sweet. 

B is for Bread, that all children eat. 

C is for Candy, and C is for Cake. 

D is for Doughnuts that mother can make. 

E is for Eggs, the hens lay for me. 

F is for Fish, that come from the sea. 

G is for Grapes, we all like to eat. 

H is for Honey, so golden and sweet. 

I is for Ice Cream the best thing of all. 

J is for Jelly, we make in the fall. 

K is for Ketchup, we like on our meat. 

L is for Lettuce, we all ought to eat. 

M is for Milk, the cow gives to me. 

N is for Nuts, that grow on the tree. 

O is for Oranges, big, juicy and round. 

P is for Peanuts, that grow underground. 

Q is for Quince and Q is for Quail. 

R is for Raspberries, we've picked by the pail. 

S is for Sauce, made of cranberries red. 

T is for Turkey, our Thanksgiving spread. 

U is for Uneeda Biscuit, so crispy and square. 

V is for Vegetables, our Mothers prepare. 

W is for Walnuts, that from shells we must pick. 
X is for Ten and X also ends six. 

Y is for Yeast, which makes bread, we all knov^^ 
Z is for Zig Zag Crackerjack, we eat at the show. 



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THE CHOIR BOY'S THANKSGIVING 

Floyd MacKenzie VI B 

'^T)RAISE God from \\'hom all hlcssings fiow.'" 

■■- The choir bo3^s sang out ; 
And surely, He should now be praised 
Without a single doubt. 

"Praise Him all creatures here below," 

They sang so sweet and clear ; 
Upon that bright Thanksgiving Day, 

When God does seem so near. 

"Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts," 

With melody increasing, 
Aye, praise Him with true Christian hearts, 

Forever more, unceasing. 

"Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," 

They very softly ended. 
And with their music of the day 

A prayer was sweetly blended. 



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ZII 



I 



MYTHS 

THE FIRST JACK-O-LANTERN 

\"era Meyer \^I B 

/^NE beautiful October day Jack and Olive were 
V-/ strolling through a field, where they saw many 
large pumpkins growing. As they were not very 
far from home they ran back, got a knife and cut a 
pumpkin off the vine. Jack carried it home and 
put it into the pantry. 

When night came Olive said to lack. "Let us so 
out onto the porch." 

Jack replied. "All right, Olive." 

The two children went, and as the\' sat and 
talked they looked at the moon. 

All at once Jack cried, "'Oh, 01i\e. let us make 
our pumpkin look like the moon !" 

Olive hurried into the house, brought out the 
pumpkin, and with it two sharp knives. 

The happy children carved a nose, mouth, and 
eyes like those of the man in the moon, in the pump- 
kin. When they were through, Olive asked, "Jack, 
do you think the pumpkin looks like the moon? I 
don't, because it does not shine.'" 

The children thought a while, then Olive cried, 
"Jack, I know ! Let us cut the inside out of it and 
maybe it will shine." 

Then busily worked the children carving out the 
inside of the pumpkin. When they got through, 

Page Fifty-one 



they did not like it, so they got a candle, lighted 
it and placed it inside. 

How delighted they were, for now their pump- 
kin looked like the moon ! 

And that is how we got our first Tack-o-Lantern. 



HOW THE FIRST ASTER CAME TO BE 
Olive Miller IV A 

ONCE upon a lime, long ago, there lived a fairy 
who loved the stars. There were no fiowers 
in those days. She gazed at the sky and a thought 
came to her. Then she said, "I know what I will 
do. I will wave my wand. Maybe a star will fall." 
and she waved her wand. Then a star shot straight 
through the sky down to earth. 

There tiie star lay shining in the grass. A 
few days later she came to see the star and it was 
a fiower. That's how the first aster came to be. 



HOW THE FIRST WHITE LILY CAME 
TO BE 

ONE day a beautiful lady in a white dress was 
walking by the lake. It was a moonlight night. 
She was tired, so she lay down on the grass, and said. 
"I am going to take a nap." A fairy came by and 
saw her sleeping, and said, 'T am not going to let this 
beautiful lady lie here and catch cold. I will change 
her into a vNalcr-lily." This was our first water-lilv. 



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THE FIRST WEEPING WILLOW 
Harriet Hover IV A 

ONCE there was a boy that alwaxs cried about 
every little thing. One day a fairy met the 
boy. She said, "Wiiat is the matter?" 

He answered, "I want the golden ball of the 
princess but my mother said I could not have it." 

"You must not droop your head and cry like 
that," said the fairy. "If you do, I will have to 
change you into a willow tree." 

But the boy paid no attention to what the fairy 
said and kept on crying. 

So she changed him into a weeping willow. And 
now the willow tree always droops its branches. 

THE FIRST ROSE 

Harold Lundholme IV A 

ONCE upon a time there was a wicked woman. 
The people of the village were against her. 
They were going to kill her. So she made a dress 
with sharp thorns on it. Then she said, "The peo- 
ple will not dare touch me." 

The fairies didn't like this. So the fairy queen 
said, "This lady shall be changed into a bush." 

Now this wicked lady had a little baby who was 
always sick and tired. So the fairies changed the 
little baby into a beautiful red rose. 

So the lady and the baby made a beautiful red 
rose bush. 



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1 



FABLES 



THE WOLF AND THE KID 

Original Fables based on ' 'The Fox and the 
Grapes.'' 

Rolf Fosseen I^^ ^ 

ONE day a wull saw a kid. Fie said, "How 
good that kid looks ! I will get it." He crept 
up to the kid but the kid ran home. 

Then the wolf went away saying, "I don't want 
that kid. It is not fat enough." 



THE CAT AND THE FISH 

Helen Higns IV B 

ONF: day a oat saw a tish. "My. how good that 
hsh looks! I will get it," he said. He crept 
up to the glass jar and looked in but the fish slapped 
its tail in the cat's face. 

Then the cat went away saying, "I don't want 
that fish. It is not large enough for me." 



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THE BOY AND THE RABBIT 

IClvina Ostrem V B 

/^NE day a b()\- saw a little gray rabbit nibbling" 
^-^ at the green leaves in the forest. 

"Oh. what a pretty rabbit!" exclaimed the boy. 
■■just the thing I should like for a pet. I will 
catch liini." 

This wa}^ and that he chased the rabbit, but he 
could not get his hands on him. Before he had 
time to think tlie rabbit had run into a hole in the 
trunk of a tree. 

The boy walked away, saying, 'T just chased him 
to pass the time away. I do not want a gray rab- 
bit for a pet anyliow." 



THE ROBIN AND THE BLACKBIRD 

(k'orge Corniea VI A 

ONE day a robin was singing in a tree when a 
blackbird came along and said, "I can sing better 
than any bird in the woods." 

So they agreed to have a contest. First the black- 
bird sang, but its song sounded rough and coarse. 
Then the robin sang and its voice was soft and sweet. 
"I now see what was the matter with me," said 
(he blackbird: "I had a piece of corn in my throat 
which made niv \oice very rough." 



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CHURCH BELLS 
Floyd MacKenzie VI B 

SOFT and sweet. 
How complete, 
Hear the church-bells ringing; 
Calling you 
To life anew, 
To a wide world's singing. 

To the skies 

Flear it rise, 
Through the passing minutes; 

Louder now, 

Softer now, 
Like the song of linnets. 

Filling you 

With life anew 
With their ceaseless beauty : 

Calls your heed 

To the need 
Of a life of duty. 



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WITH THE WEE ONES 

The first year children could not write their stories, but 
they have given us many a laugh. We have written their 
quaint sayings that you may share our enjoyment. 

Teacher, developing the word breakfast: "Which 
meal do you eat early in the morning?"' 
Philip: "Oatmeal." 

Dorothy, watching teacher draw adjustable 
shade: "Well, that curtain is some acrobat." 

Teacher : "Which of your pets gives you some- 
thing good to eat?" 

Excited pupil: "Oh, a dog, a dog!" 
Teacher: "A dog? What does he give you?" 
Excited pupil : "Sausages !" 

Small beginner, after class had memorized "The 
Friendly Cow," with its lines, — 

"She wanders lowing here and there. 
But yet she cannot stray," — 

rendered it as follows : 

"She wanders lowing here and there. 
Rut yet she comes out straight." 

Guessing Words, Not Sounding Them 

Teacher, writing "pay" en the blackboard: 
"What is this word?" 

First pupil: "I don't know." 

Second pupil: "Oh, don't you? That's what 
your pa gets." 

First pupil : "Pay !" 

Page Fifty-eight 



Helen, upon hearing of the arrival of the little 
Pilgrim babe. Oceanus : "Well, if he was born in 
the ocean, he must have been a fish." 

A teacher during- a conversation with the chil- 
dren about Thanksgiving said, "Marion, what are 
you going to thank God for ?" 

Marion : " 'Cause he horned me." 

Teacher: "What is a kitten?" 

First pupil : "A kitten is a young cat." 

Teacher: "What is a duckling?" 

Second pupil : "A duckling is a young duck." 

Teacher: "What is a puppy?" 

Third pupil: "A puppy is a young man." 



THE FAIRY 

Lottie Weyrauch VH A 

AS I sat dreaming- one day a tiny, tiny being came 
towards me. Her azure eyes sparkled like dia- 
monds and her skin was as soft as velvet. Her dainty 
hand held a wand which, if it touched a flower 
made the latter twice as beautiful as before. She 
must have been queen of her race, for she had a crown 
on her head no larger than a baby's ring. Her dainty 
feet were encased in slippers of gold and her skirt 
was made of the finest lining of a milkweed pod. 
On her shoulders were wings made of the most deli- 
cate silk. She was a fairv. 



Pa.i;e Fifty-nine 



MY TRIBUTE TO THE IRVING 

Stanley Peterson VIII A 

WHEN I was six years old, I entered school at 
the Irving. I dreaded the thought of stay- 
ing within those brick walls five hours a day and I 
had been told by friends of mine, who had attend- 
ed school, tliat teachers were the "meanest things 
out." 

x\fter I liad been tlirough the first grade I had a 
different idea of the teachers. 

I am now in the eighth grade and I cannot help 
admiring the teachers who have helped me get to 
where I am. The Irving School has been like an 
old friend to me all these eight years and I cannot 
express the gratitude I owe to the school, its teach- 
ers, and its principal. 

A TRIBUTE 
Kulh Schramm Ylll A 

IT is to the Ir\ing School tliat we owe the early 
part of our education. It was in this school we 
were taught the lessons which are the foundation of 
our future work. 

In the graduating class, we look back over the long 
>ears of study, intermingled with the pleasures of the 
holidays, and regret to think that in a few short months 
tlie time will come when we shall enter the building- 
thinking, "This is our last day of Irving School 
work."^ 

To the teachers and the principal of this school who 
have striven to make us intelligent and obedient we 
owe much gratitude. 

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